Stavanger Bay with flowers in the sunshine

Raptor followed automatically — he was swinging from one distraction to the next like an alcoholic trying to avoid a bottle and that was not too far from the truth. The pirate's hankering for rum was all the more perpetual in his upset, and that alone contributed to his murky mood. If he could have had a couple mouthfuls at least of that sweet nectar it would have smoothed the waves over and made his seas all the more navigable.

"Err..." Raptor backpedalled as she accused him of something. "I was just lookin' around..." He said, wrinkling his snout and narrowing his eyes in offense. "Why do you care?" He fired back suddenly, instantly regretting his biting words the moment they sprang loose from his tongue. His ears flung back on his skull in ruefulness but his defiant expression was stubbornly stuck.